Chapter 245 Geraldine (Modified)

"But, that's Nimbus 2001! Only Draco's broom was saved!" a senior Slytherin student roared angrily.

Seeing the movement here, the Ravenclaw players also ended their celebration and squeezed into the crowd.

Professor Snape looked at them very dangerously, but Allen looked back without the slightest timidity.

"What's the matter?" Professor Dumbledore and a middle-aged man in his fifties came over, and the little wizards gave way one after another.

Allen noticed that the wizard next to Dumbledore might be very unusual - because of his aura, he acted like a ferocious cheetah, ready to go.

His stride is wide, and his walk is quite elegant. His head was bald, with whiskers all over his face, and his deep-set eyes sparkled from time to time. With a big cigar in his mouth, he kept turning up and down, left and right, and his cold and sharp eyes met Alan's. is on.

Allen noticed that his eyes seemed to be turning around him as if nothing.

Unlike the professors at Hogwarts, he was not wearing a magic robe, but a light-colored tweed suit, with his neck exposed from the collar of his striped shirt, and he was holding a small record book in his hand.

Allen looked at him calmly, wondering about his identity secretly.

"Severus, do you have any doubts about the result of the match?" Dumbledore adjusted his glasses with a serious expression.

"Yes, Headmaster. I think Ravenclaw's tactics are too extreme. After this match, Slytherin suffered heavy losses." Snape's words triggered a crusade against Allen by the young Slytherin wizards.

"Alan went too far and broke so many of our brooms!"

"He also wounded Marcus!"

"Bol's eye is hurt too!"

"They smashed our brooms, but they used Firebolts!"

"Mrs. Huo Qi did not punish them, I suspect there is something shady!"

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"Rolanda, what do you think?" Dumbledore raised his hands up and pressed them down. The discussion on the field stopped, and everyone's eyes turned to Mrs. Hooch.

But Allen keenly sensed that the man beside Dumbledore seemed to be still looking at him.

"Principal, I think my punishment is fair and just, and it is in full compliance with the rules of the Quidditch game." Mrs. Hooch felt that her professionalism was being questioned, and she was a little angry. She restrained herself and clenched her fists .

"Severus, did you hear that?" Professor Dumbledore turned to Snape.

Snape's lips were tightly pressed together, and he didn't say a word, but the dissatisfaction on his face was obvious at a glance.

"Professor Snape, although I have absolutely no objection to Mrs. Hooch's decision, if you have any disagreement, how about we invite Ludo Bagman, director of the Department of Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic, to arbitrate? How about publishing it in its entirety in the Daily Prophet for other wizards in Britain to judge? Of course, our bet also needs to be published, although I don't imply that this part has affected your current... unwillingness to admit defeat status." Allen, who had already approached, looked at the head of Slytherin calmly with his hands behind his back, and if things got bigger, it would only make the Snake Court even more ugly-although as a student, he shouldn't have spoken.

This time, the principal Dumbledore finally interrupted the dispute directly, "Don't be so troublesome, the person next to me is a real expert, the head coach of the British Quidditch team - Mr. Geraldine Malthus. He just I also watched the game, so let him comment on it." His eyes behind the crescent-shaped glasses blinked at Allen, and he directly proposed the best candidate to judge the game.

"Geraldine, please forgive me, but I believe that you are the most qualified person to give us advice on this matter. What do you think?" Everyone's eyes turned to this question following Professor Dumbledore's words. A man not to be ignored.

The cigar made a circle in Geraldine's mouth,

"Dumbledore, let me remind you that it is difficult for people in a situation like mine to restrain themselves, and what I say may not be pleasant."

"We would like to hear the truest voice, Geraldine." Professor Dumbledore responded without hesitation.

"Well, let me say, it's impressive to have such intelligence and skills among young wizards of this age group. This game is the darkest competition for young wizards I've ever seen." He turned He twirled the cigar at his fingertips, and began to comment unceremoniously.

"The facts are before our eyes. It is true that the Slytherin team took the lead in violating the rules. This kind of inferior means of violating the rules, if it does not have any effect in a regular game, it is extremely ridiculous. After players develop these bad habits, they will not be able to survive in professional teams—even if they commit fouls! Professional teams also have their own way of fouling! I’m surprised that you guys have the nerve to stand up and question the results of the game, It's disgusting!"

The Slytherins blushed and opened their mouths but could not find any excuse or reason to refute. They finally had to admit that what Geraldine said was the truth-this kind of blatantness has long since disappeared in modern professional games. It's a bad foul.

"And this Mr. Harris's attack method is irreproachable in terms of Quidditch rules. You—" Geraldine stretched out his finger, pointing to Professor Snape and Slytherin's little boy who protested. wizards. "Protesting against Alan Harris' actions within the rules, with complete disregard for the fact that he violated multiple rules first. In my opinion, this kind of team and their mentors are completely devoid of Quidditch spirit." — or that you are not worthy of Quidditch at all."

Professor Snape's eyes looked as if he wanted to dissect the Geraldine in front of him.

"If I had a batter who could overwhelm an opposing team at the same level as this gentleman, I'd let him play like that from the start, rather than let the other party provoke and then make a move-although that's almost the case. Will not appear in professional teams.” This Geraldine is obviously used to being the main spokesperson, his freedom of speech and demeanor is outstanding, his calm attitude, and his deep vision of seeing things make him The little wizards couldn't help but be convinced by his words.

"Principal Dumbledore, in order to further improve our school's Quidditch level and make the game more formal, I would like to donate a batch of Nimbus 2001 to the school, encouraging everyone to fight with strength - and also to let non-Quidditch members We can also have access to the top brooms..." Allen first let himself face the headmaster of Hogwarts, then turned his upper body and winked playfully at Rolanda Hooch, the flying professor, "That's what Madam Hooch thinks I'm even more worried..."

Then without waiting for Mrs. Hooch's reaction, Allen glanced at Slytherin contemptuously, "Instead of being like some amateur rascals who can only use annoying, shameful, and infamous methods of breaking the rules, and are complacent about it. "

In the astonished eyes of the little wizards, the usually gentle Allen looked like an unsheathed sword today, with an imposing manner.

"Mr. Harris, are you sure you want to donate such a large sum of money?" Dumbledore looked at Alan with some seriousness, wanting to confirm whether Alan was motivated by youthful enthusiasm, and he had never heard of it before. Over the reputation of the Harris family in wealth...

"Quidditch is a very comprehensive sport, which has high requirements for players' speed, strength, flexibility, agility, coordination, and psychological quality. I believe that we, Ravenclaws, can rely on our strength to compete in the Within the rules, defeat any opponent openly." Allen continued to speak, and used the excuse he had thought up before to this decision, "When I was traveling in the United States with Professor Felius? A large bonus. I would like to donate this bonus to Hogwarts to equip every team with the same level of equipment."

Ron of Gryffindor opened his mouth wide and looked at Allen. After recalling the state of his vault, he felt that Allen must be crazy to donate such a large sum of money!

And the Gryffindor Quidditch captain Oliver Wood's eyes shone brightly. If Gryffindor could be equipped with the Glazing Wheel 2001... Although the current total score has basically made them bid farewell to the championship, he Looking at Allen with fiery eyes - this competent captain is still planning for the Gryffindor team after he graduated and left.

Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory looked at Alan with eyes full of admiration. He fully agreed with Alan's proposal and yearned for this kind of fair competition. Therefore, he nodded again and again, looking expectantly at Dumbledore.

"We are confident that we can win if the equipment is fair!" Allen stood there, like a mountain, with an imposing manner.

"Yes, we are not afraid." Roger stood next to Allen, fully supporting his best player's proposal—the Ravenclaw players stepped up one after another, standing on Luo with their heads held high. Behind Jay and Allen.

Allen suddenly turned to Slytherin again, "If someone still dares to use those despicable methods, I don't mind smashing what I donated!"

Knowing that the other party did not intend to exclude Slytherin like the other three houses habitually, the little snakes breathed a sigh of relief, and for a moment they did not dare to look directly into Alan's eyes, and lowered their heads one after another. Even some Slytherins felt that such an Allen wasn't in Slytherin, wasn't he a pure blood?

Geraldine twirled the cigar in his mouth for a while, and looked straight into the eyes of the young wizard in his prime.

But Allen generously greeted the other party's eyes that wanted to find out - when Allen learned of Geraldine's identity, he had a basic understanding of Geraldine's purpose for coming to Hogwarts guess.

Summer vacation after this semester - the Quidditch World Cup! As the head coach, Geraldine must have come to pick out graduates who can serve as Quidditch players.

Allen was keenly aware that this was an opportunity, an opportunity to show his strength openly, an opportunity for wizards all over the world to know him and cheer for him.

Although he is not a graduate, it is clear that the Bulgarian Seeker has not yet left school-at this age when he should be swaying his youthful blood, Allen has a natural yearning for the World Cup.

"Professor Snape, perhaps, you should be willing to admit defeat and fulfill the original bet. But given the competition system, you can still finish the rest of the game." Professor Flitwick ran away with short legs with a shrill voice Come on, he couldn't squeeze in just now... But he was very dissatisfied with Professor Snape's questioning the result of the game and interrupting Ravenclaw's celebration.

Snape's eyes were much darker than usual at this time, and he looked at Professor Flitwick fixedly.

Malfoy's face turned pale all of a sudden, he thought of the bet he had made with Allen - at the same time, Harry from Gryffindor also became nervous, he didn't want to hear his name from Malfoy's mouth at all.

After a while, a few words came out of Professor Snape's mouth, "We Slytherins, withdraw from this year's House Cup competition. Let's go!" His eyes swept Alan's face dangerously, and he turned and left. The Slytherins followed him dejectedly and left the arena.

Malfoy looked very annoyed, swallowed by the fear brought about by the bet, he wanted to follow Snape's footsteps and leave, but was stopped by Allen.

"Malfoy—"

Before Allen finished speaking, Malfoy raised his head pretending to be arrogant, and said, "Allen, I will fulfill my bet."

Alan looked at Malfoy's obviously panicked, cowardly yet pretending to be calm expression, and laughed, "Malfoy, you don't have to fulfill this bet. In fact, I don't care. It's just that , I want to remind you, since you care so much about the honor of that pure-blooded surname, why don’t you do something that matches your pure-blooded nobleman? Where is your pure-blooded nobleman’s bearing?"

Hearing Allen's words, Malfoy seemed to have dropped a big rock and almost sat on the ground - if he really wanted to fulfill that bet, he would rather die. He had already planned to procrastinate, anyway, he didn't mention the time to fulfill the bet.

Leaving the field in silence, Malfoy's expression was unpredictable. He felt that Alan's current appearance was exactly what he had been striving for in the past. This is what a pure-blood wizard should look like! He couldn't help but feel a little regretful about his words and deeds.

If at the beginning, his attitude was better, Alan Harris became his friend...